Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.